I too sir am currently cultivating a little top lip topiary for the afore mentioned Tweed Run, and as yourself experiencing resistance from the natives. In my minds eye I see myself cutting a dash in a similar vein to Terry Thomas, however I feel the reality is much more “Yosser Hughes”
With five weeks to go, will I achieve my goal of a moustache with graspable extremities, or will I crumble before the derision of my wife and colleagues? Will the look of fear in young children’s eyes prove too much as I walk past them in the street?
I hope the spirit of Terry will stand by my side and give me the strength to take the forthcoming derrogatory comments in my stride and immerge phoenix like on the 10th of April
Good afternoon gentlemen,
I too sir am currently cultivating a little top lip topiary for the afore mentioned Tweed Run, and as yourself experiencing resistance from the natives. In my minds eye I see myself cutting a dash in a similar vein to Terry Thomas, however I feel the reality is much more “Yosser Hughes”
With five weeks to go, will I achieve my goal of a moustache with graspable extremities, or will I crumble before the derision of my wife and colleagues? Will the look of fear in young children’s eyes prove too much as I walk past them in the street?
I hope the spirit of Terry will stand by my side and give me the strength to take the forthcoming derrogatory comments to immerge phoenix like on the 10th of April
Gentlemen, whist I appreciate that the “The Cycling Photogra” (sic) is a fallen comrade, I should offer my support to the un-seen fellows watching from afar and James.
To date Mrs Adam is getting more reticent to touch me, although the purchase of a tube of “Bounder” moustache wax has piqued her interest regarding the aroma.
From a personal point of view, of a morning I feel the need to sing “I Want to Break Free” as the razor nears my fizzog, and I feel my promotion prospects are disappearing quicker than I’m writing this missive at work.
While I doubt I’ll achieve my goal of graspable extremities, I’m confidant that come April the hair on my face will be mine and attached.
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